I believe it. I knew it all along. I felt it from his presence, his walk, his talk. The way there were secrets; I knew. A woman knows. She does. Does it surprise me? Not specifically. The only thing that loses me in translation is how. Was it really my favorite place to be? Or was it someone lying? Maybe it was God. (Since everything is derived from God, everything relates back to God). I wait for answer, just like you.
I am pleased. I told you what you wanted to hear. Nothing but lies. I wait for a reason, justice, and then you can know. I wait. So do you.
Calmly creeping through the trees,
a hunter stalks its prey.
A muffled cry beneath the wind,
and sand blows it away.'
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